Day 7: My Biggest Regret(s). Real Talk.

I’ve waited too long to make some decisions. Been too scared to take the risks and jump. Underestimated His power.


Maybe I’ve been too stressed about school, you know? Sometimes I look back and regret not placing my trust in Him.

Maybe…maybe I’ve waited too long to forgive people. There are the ones who deserve it the least, but at the same time deserve all of it because He has forgiven me first.

It’s quite possible that I’ve let other people influence me in negative ways: forcing me to mask my personality, change my interests, even mold the way I act into someone that’s not me.

And perhaps I’ve been too afraid to try new things and step out of my comfort zone. I wonder, how many amazing adventures have I missed out on simply because I’ve been too scared of what risks may be involved?

The most important thing is that everyone makes mistakes. We all have flaws; we all are human. Even if you or I make mistakes….

We can make or break the chains that hold us.

Bottom line: Do everything, regret nothing.

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30 Day Blogging Challenge – Day 1

dream big. dream hard.
I’ve decided to do a blogging challenge to make up for my lack of posts lately. I’ll be using the prompt from the promptarium, but doing it backwards to put a spin on it haha. Enjoy!

Day 1: What are your goals for your blog?

hmm, my goals. I want to create a safe haven for people on the Internet – people who are tired, discouraged, or just want to relax. I want people to be inspired by my blog and to learn lessons from it. When they receive a published post in their email or in their feed, I want them to smile. And finally, most importantly, Thee Adventurette is and will always be dedicated for the glory of God. Dream big, work hard.

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The Window in the Lighthouse

   She was trapped. Trapped inside the tall brick lighthouse that stood, all alone, on the tiny island. She couldn’t remember how she got here, only a vague memory feeling pressure on her head and then blacking out while walking home from her mannerism classes. When she woke up, she had found herself lying on the cold wooden floor in the ancient lighthouse. Gingerly, the young girl named Willow now sat up, rubbing her temples.  “Hello?” She quavered, glancing nervously into the mysterious shadows. Her large brown eyes searched the room, noting the cobwebs in the corners, the dusty shelves, and the faded wallpaper. Obviously, someone hasn’t lived here for awhile. 

 Willow frowned. 

That didn’t make sense – didn’t the lighthouse keeper usually live in the lighthouse? She decided to explore her surroundings a bit more throughly. Carefully, she got to her feet and brushed off her full skirts. Her silk shoes slid across the floor, barely making a sound. She slipped off her expensive gloves and tucked them into the pocket of her petticoat. Suddenly, a floorboard creaked above her, and she whirled around nervously.

 “Who’s there?” 

She heard nothing. Then her eyes fell on an iron-hinged door that looked like it hadn’t been opened in ages. Eagerly, Willow headed towards it. Maybe once she was outside, she would recognize her surroundings and know how to get home. Creak. Creak. Willow twisted the doorknob this way and that, but her efforts were fruitless. The door refused to budge. A feeling of helpless overwhelmed her and a tear threatened to spill onto her cheeks. Groaning, Willow sank down onto the floor and leaned her head against the wall. 

And that’s when she saw the window. 


 “I wonder if I can break the window open and climb out that way,” she thought aloud. Making up her mind, she ran to the window and peered out. What she saw shocked her. 

Normal people like her were walking around outside, admiring the sea, pointing and clicking small black rectangles over and over again. Willow’s eyes got bigger when she saw how they were dressed. The women were wearing tight pants and tips instead of the proper, full dresses that every woman should wear. Some men were even wearing shorts! @_@ Frantically, Willow’s eyes roved over the scene. Strange contraptions with wheels lined the sidewalk and people were actually using them as a mode of transportation! Her hand flew to her mouth. 

 “It couldn’t…it can’t be,” she whispered. 

Had she traveled into the future somehow? How was that even possible? Her mind was racing around in a whirlwind when all of a sudden she heard a voice behind her: 

“What are you doing here?”

Thanks for reading this freewrite :) Yes, I know, I have been obsessed with freewrites lately. #sorrynotsorry I thought of this story after I took the above picture of a window in a lighthouse that is now a tourist attraction in California~ I hope you enjoyed it, and please let me know if you do by liking this post ^_^ 

Night Market Adventure

“COME BUY MY HANDBAGS!” A lady’s shrill market voice sliced through the air.
Not to be outdone, another vender yelled, also in Chinese, “Come buy my clothes! You can even try them on!!!”
The night market in Taiwan is bustling and as packed as sardines in a can.
I stayed close to Mom as we moved forward at the pace of one inch per second. Bright lights dazzled my eyes as they clashed with equally shining colors. Chinese characters shouted silently for customers to buy.

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“How about some food?” Mom joined the throng at a booth.
I sniffed the air. It all smelled strange to me. As an American-born Chinese with Taiwanese parents, I was unfamiliar with the culture of Taiwan. This visit of six weeks hopefully would help to immerse me into my parents’ homeland.

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Mom appeared with a paper bowl of deep-fried mushrooms. Normally, we don’t eat such things, but hey — its Taiwan! I popped a tasty, crispy oyster mushroom into my mouth as we moved from booth to booth, store to store. While shopping, we also munched on goodies like green onion pancake, a salty, fluffy dough studded with green onions. There are so many incredibly cute things there. Plus, everything is way cheaper than it would be in America!!!! As the night progressed, I purchased a pair of jeans and some adorable slip-on shoes to bring back to the U.S. It was amazing how I then became tired after only thee hours. I guess the crowds and heavy air was getting to me. Wearily, we waved for a taxi. Then, a large one pulled over to the side, and I fell asleep in its backseat as we zoomed back to my grandparents’ house.
I’ll definitely go back to the night market — later.

Yummy in Your Tummy for Winter

berry cupcake
           berry cupcake

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    Mmmmmm.. don’t these pictures make you feel hungry? I love sweet things, from pies to brownies, but I especially enjoy the desserts that are VEGAN. And guess what? The scrumptious-looking cupcake above is vegan! Now, you should be drooling and begging me to tell you where I got this.


Well, I have to say first that I didn’t buy it. Nope, can’t find that particular cupcake in a store! We have an amazing friend/baker who specializes in sweets. Usually, she makes them just for us and some other close friends. But, lucky you! She has an online bakery where she sells her beautiful and yummy products. She bakes goodies that will make you want more! Tell me in the comments below if you want the website link. I promise you, you’ll love our baker/friend’s desserts! (at least we do!)

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Thought for the Day



The Lord is my light and my salvation

  whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life—
    of whom shall I be afraid?

When the wicked advance against me
    to devour[a] me,
it is my enemies and my foes
    who will stumble and fall.

 Though an army besiege me,
    my heart will not fear;
though war break out against me,
    even then I will be confident.

 One thing I ask from the Lord,
    this only do I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
    all the days of my life,
to gaze on the beauty of the Lord
    and to seek him in his temple.
 

For in the day of trouble
    he will keep me safe in his dwelling;
he will hide me in the shelter of his sacred tent
    and set me high upon a rock.

Then my head will be exalted
    above the enemies who surround me;
at his sacred tent I will sacrifice with shouts of joy;
    I will sing and make music to the Lord.

 Hear my voice when I call, Lord;
    be merciful to me and answer me.
 My heart says of you, “Seek his face!”
    Your face, Lord, I will seek.

 Do not hide your face from me,
    do not turn your servant away in anger;
    you have been my helper.
Do not reject me or forsake me,
    God my Savior.
 

Though my father and mother forsake me,
    the Lord will receive me.
 Teach me your way, Lord;
    lead me in a straight path
    because of my oppressors.

Do not turn me over to the desire of my foes,
    for false witnesses rise up against me,
    spouting malicious accusations.

 I remain confident of this:
    I will see the goodness of the Lord
    in the land of the living.
 

Wait for the Lord;
    be strong and take heart
    and wait for the Lord.

Yesterday , this was my evening devotion. I thought this was a wonderful chapter, especially in our time now. We need to keep faith in our Father as we surpass daily trials and vexations. Even in the face of death, we need to be able to “be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.”  Because, “in the day of trouble,” God will protect us and be with us no matter what happens. Whenever you are afraid, in any circumstance:

  A biology test. Peer pressure. Or death.

Remember this passage. Fasten it in your mind as you face the enemy. And triumph.


My Dad’s Perseverance 😄

Recently, my father got the idea of building some swings for my sister and I. To all of us, this seemed like a great idea, but neither of us knew the challenging task that lay ahead. On his first attempt, Dad attached ropes to some boards and hung them from the oak branches.

Hmm. Very crude, Dad.

However, we excitedly jumped on. My sister, Carissa, enthusiastically began to swing her leg over the board — and promptly tumbled to the leafy ground!!! The rope had unknotted and now lay, useless. We shot dejected looks at our sheepishly grinning father. Disappointed, me and my sister retreated to the house while Dad busied himself trying to fix it. The next day, he gave up. However, he resolved to make a better – AWESOME – swing!!! Carissa and I watched uncertainly as he drove away to Home Depot.

Dad returned toting a long, wooden board. In addition, he had sturdy ropes and metal finishing touches with him.

He set to work.

Sawing, measuring, climbing up on ladders which tilted precariously. Tying knots carefully. Getting up early to work on them. Untiringly, he labored each morning to make his creation perfect. With love, Dad gave his time and effort to produce two beautiful swings, hanging from our shady oak tree. Today, they make a beautiful picture — two swings, side by side — and two young girls, screaming with delight as their daddy pushes them.

Thank you, Daddy.